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jeffrey conyers Feb 2011
The women truly believed in the power of God.
While the men question's his motives and heart.

The women accepted that he was sent by God.
The men tried to intimidate him by attacking his spirit.

The women stepped quicker up to the plate.
They truly believe Jesus could decide their fate.
Sure some men came hoping for the same.
But it seems in scriptures men has many wicked ways.

Funny the women get talked about and shamed.
But it seems like the  just men for awhile played shady games.
From Jezebel to BathSheba listen to their reputation.
And than see the way the men came out the situation.

From Deliah and others they just couldn't win.
But you see most of the men still remain in favor over them.
But the book was written by men.
And the women probably would have been destroyed for picking up a pen.

We see how in today society they get cut down for being a Bishop.
When it's just a title being used.
I'm positive God wouldn't judge them harshly for preachng about him.

But, he did create man right before he created them.

Women approached him believing in faith.
We see the men constantly  talking about his race.
Those that walked before God to pray.
Will find a Spirital counselor following them along the way.

Women that many think should be more submissive.
Really in reality are  more progressive.
That motherly figure deserves so much more.
Then we men seems willing to give her.
Written and owned by Jeffrey T. Conyers
The first graze of each others skin touching sparked a little spiritual energy.
I knew from that moment you were more like me then I thought.
I saw the eyebrow rise and the smirk you gave me too.
You knew.
We both knew.
Possessing the abilities to feel others emotions by touch by the energy they give off is an amazing ability but also a curse at times.
Being an Empath and finding someone of that same nature with the same spiritual strength is something truly magical .
david badgerow Oct 2011
Should I tell her what I think,
would I have the words to say?
If I ask her will she turn me away?
Things I think about night and day.

Here I am, right on the brink
vocal chords honed and ready;
Hands clammy ***** and sweaty
and the left one I just can't
seem to keep steady.

There she is, taking a sip from a drink
holding it gently like it holds much worth
or is warm just like a teddy.
Eyes full of mirth, soul
as beautifully clean
as a spirital rebirth.

Here I go now, I'm up on the ups
I take two three steps and get
the hiccups;
what
               to
do now -----------
can't
                    finish a
sentence;

run out of options,
hit knee
beg for mercy,
feign penitence.

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